Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.